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Having soone help manage the restaurant was the best option. However, Renz wasn't sure about Miyuki Shirogane's cooking talent. Since the club session was free anyway, he might as well test Shirogane's skills.
"Speaking of which, this is a cooking club. How about we make so dishes as a celebration for the club's establishnt?" Renz suggested.
"I'm not good at cooking," Chika Fujiwara was the first to drop out. Although ho economics classes are strict in Japan, and for Japanese girls, being able to cook and make bento boxes is seen as a sign of their feminine charm, so people are naturally clumsy with their hands. And so people, when it cos to cooking, are only good at eating. Chika Fujiwara was one such person.
It was quite strange, considering Chika Fujiwara ca from a family of politicians; her great-grandfather was a forr pri minister, and her uncle was a current cabinet minister, both from a relatively traditional and conservative faction. Growing up in such a family, she unexpectedly wasn't good at cooking.
"I know a little about cooking," Masuzu Natsukawa said blandly, recalling so unpleasant mories. Her father was very strict with her in these areas. Masuzu Natsukawa received an aristocratic, elite education, not only receiving cooking training from a young age but also dabbling in classical music.
She was also very aware of the value and purpose of these strengths: they were to help her fetch a good price.
After all, her father was a true businessman, with extensive social connections. When he encountered soone he wanted to gain favor with, he always needed so presentable gifts. Perhaps, in that man's eyes, she was the most exquisitely packaged, most pleasing offering—an outwardly splendid and dazzling daughter, who in his eyes was "perfectly pure" and "willing to sacrifice" a compliant daughter.
Tch. Masuzu Natsukawa wanted to do sothing annoying again. Doing such things was quite stress-relieving and enjoyable.
"By the way, Renz-kun, are you already a man?" Masuzu Natsukawa displayed a "wicked" smirk. "I heard your phone call last ti; it sounded like you and your girlfriend were in your honeymoon phase."
At her words, the other three people present blushed slightly. How ruthless. That question was too direct, wasn't it? And the topic changed so quickly, and she even led the conversation down such a suggestive path? Masuzu Natsukawa stared at Renz, seemingly wanting to see a hint of panic, shyness, confusion, or embarrassnt on his face. Seeing any of these expressions would make Masuzu Natsukawa happy.
Unfortunately, Renz showed no panic, no shyness, no confusion, and no embarrassnt. For a mature man, such a question held no destructive power whatsoever. What needed to be done, he had already done, and would do in the future.
Later, he even beca lazy about it, not because his affection had faded or his body was weak, but because being addicted to such things was aningless. With four children already, having a fifth would be testing Erina's physical endurance, and besides, Renz didn't want to use condoms for battle.
When asked this question, Renz instead asked, "So, Masuzu-san, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," Masuzu Natsukawa said frankly. She didn't need a boyfriend and didn't envy such couples.
"No wonder," Renz spread his hands. "You probably can't experience that feeling. However, when soone believes the relationship between a couple is rely a sexual one, then that person definitely hasn't been cherished properly."
"Are you implying I'm lacking love?" Masuzu Natsukawa narrowed her eyes slightly, like a cat ready to pounce.
"No, I'm stating it explicitly," Renz continued. "My relationship with my wife cannot be simply judged by such things. That would be superficial. What you're thinking in your mind is rely the lowest form of soul connection, to ."
"For her, what I think of, is more like…"
"Returning ho every day and seeing her genuine anticipation from the heart."
"The urge to strive and fight alongside her."
Renz calmly added, "Thinking about formula milk money, arguing with you right now is completely pointless."
Masuzu Natsukawa hesitated and said, "Aren't n supposed to be sex-crazed demons until they die?"
Renz rolled his eyes and said, "I think you've encountered too many abnormal people. Does anyone really get into relationships or marriage just for their lower half?"
This conversation topic is too stimulating. It's R-rated! Damn it. Enough is enough, Miyuki Shirogane complained inwardly.
"Isn't it?" Masuzu Natsukawa asked again. "Don't you feel any desire when you see my cute face? Don't you feel any desire when you see Shiraki-san's impressive figure?"
"That touches on another topic," Renz explained truthfully. "That kind of relationship, without emotion, purely driven by desire, is generally called a 'friends with benefits' or 'f*** buddy.'
As the na implies, it's purely a physical comradeship in arms. For people without integrity, the more 'friends with benefits,' the better, since there's no responsibility. But most people with sound values can behave themselves."
"However, Masuzu Natsukawa-san, you said one thing that's very true."
"I do indeed like slightly plump girls. Their chests are truly treasures bestowed by heaven. They can even save money on formula milk when raising children," Renz said with a hint of humor. Chatting with young girls like Masuzu Natsukawa wasn't as boring as he had imagined; teasing them and seeing their flushed faces was quite amusing.
"Hey, hey, hey, wasn't our topic cooking? What on earth are you two rambling about?!" iko Shiraki, unable to tolerate such an excessively extended topic, yelled out roughly. Where had this conversation even gone? And... and it even touched upon her chest. Are such large breasts really treasures bestowed by heaven? iko Shiraki's mind suddenly flashed with painful mories of being teased and isolated by other girls in her childhood because of her large chest.
Renz was the most dumbfounded. No way, officer. I just casually joked a few words, and iko Shiraki's 'stock market' went up.
[Beast Simulator], if I don't curse you for a day, you'll take an inch and go a mile, huh?
No! What did I even talk about to make iko Shiraki happy? Was it her chest? Saying no on the surface, but actually super happy inside, right? You girls, I, Renz, really don't understand you anymore. How can every single one of you be so two-faced?!
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